At this time, it is approaching dusk, and the twilight between heaven and earth is gradually rising, like a slowly tightening net of heaven and earth, collecting the light bit by bit.

The young man, who was frightened by the nightmare, found himself lying on a grass and sleeping for a long time, rubbing his sleepy eyes, looking up, under the afterglow of the sunset, the clouds in the sky were red like fire, and the golden light on the ground was like fog.

"Look for the rabbit cub again, maybe there are a few steamed buns and wild fruits in the baggage, don't hide them if you find them, honor your grandfather first"

"There are no steamed buns and wild fruits, why don't you go to the mountains to find some bird feces and horse manure? Get some fresh and hot filial piety to you" The young man untied some tattered burdens in his arms, turned inside and out, pointed to a few stones beside him and said, "Stinky old way, can you cast a spell, you don't need to turn stones into gold, just turn stones into steamed buns"

"Hehe, grandpa is good at making steamed buns with, do you want to eat them?" Lao Dao said with a smile.

The young man rolled his eyes, hungry and bored, drew his long sword and made a random gesture on the ground, writing a vulgar sentence that made the old man not angry when he saw it.

Being old and not dying is for demons

"Not bad, grandpa is old and not dead, he should be the biggest demon in the world", Lao Dao paused, saw that the young man's long sword had countless blunt mouths, and said: "People who use swords should love swords as life, swords are friends, companions, and even, ah, it is still your little lover, those old guys in Sanqing Palace didn't tell you?" You don't love the sword, the sword naturally doesn't love you, and the way of sword cultivation doesn't understand bullshit," the old man said.

"Chop trees, chop wood, dig grass roots, my sword is not only to kill demons and monsters, you are rigid after all, a sword, just make the best use of it" The young man seemed to deliberately rebel against the meaning of the old way, stunned for a moment, and suddenly raised his leg with a snap, and kicked the long sword into the grass.

"What's more, a broken copper and iron, no matter how good it is, there will be no sword spirit after thousands of years of cultivation, the spirit weapon chooses the master, it has to be a spirit weapon first, if you like my broken sword, take it to make a-stirring stick" The young man glanced at the old way, and continued: "I'm hungry, don't go, find a cave to deal with for a night"

Lao Dao squeezed out a smiling face full of yellow skin folds, revealing two yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that the sword is a spiritual weapon, you are a mediocre master, a wooden sword has a human sword as one, the possibility of mutual induction, ordinary swords can best temper the sincerity of sword cultivators, you know a fart"

Lao Dao stopped, patted his robe, dusted off the dust, and straightened a long cloth bag behind his back, making a string of particularly eye-catching Buddha beads on his chest jingle, and two black and white big gourds also swayed left and right around his waist.

Such a strange dress of Buddha is not Buddha, and Tao is not Tao, and others put it on their bodies indecently, but Lao Tao shows an eclectic and transcendent demeanor that complements each other.

The young man's gaze stopped on a few red clouds in the sky, and said: "What kind of sword soul are you talking about, sword spirit, sea knowledge, divine sense, raising a sword is like raising a descendant, what kind of way is there?" ”

"Hehe, that's what grandpa said casually, just let it be a fart for Lao Dao" Lao Dao responded in a few words.

"You always know the sword qi, this world is very sword qi, grandpa, I'm afraid I have seven points alone," Lao Dao boasted and laughed.

The young man glanced at him and said disdainfully: "When you die, I will write on your tombstone the tomb of the world's first shameless braggart master."

"Stinky old man, after living for so long, have you ever thought about the world after death, Meng Po may be a natural pair with you, quite a good match. Is it to see the Buddha, or the Taoist ancestor" The young man thought for a while, and said: "No, wear a Taoist robe and hang Buddha beads, and step on two boats, you are a strange and strange thing that the Buddha and the Taoist ancestors are not tolerated, I think only the Lord of Yama is willing to accept you"

Lao Dao said with a smile: "Grandpa, Buddhism and Taoism both like it, naturally they all have to love, who in the world can manage it?" The double cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism is my lifelong pursuit, grandpa does not chase his mother-in-law, does not chase fame and fortune, just like this"

"What treasure do you have in that gourd besides wine? On the night of the full moon, there is something in the gourd that flies around like a moth, as if it wants to escape from your gourd, is it a demon ghost, sealed in by you? The young man stepped forward a few steps, stretched out his hand to touch Lao Dao's waist, and said with a smile: "The demon soul soaks in wine, has a long life, and the ghost alchemy is better than Nanshan, isn't it?" ”

Lao Dao leaned over and scolded: "Hehe, did you see it? Your kid's hands are dirty, don't touch them, the aura is dirty and not pure, this is a treasure that grandpa has raised for a lifetime, it is extremely precious, and it is a good thing to bring into the coffin"

The young man was angry and laughed, and said, "Sooner or later, I will dig your grave and steal your treasure."

Lao Dao took a breath, blew the two eyebrows hanging in front of him, and said: "I still hate grandpa, call me a good grandfather, serve me well, this gourd, dust, Buddha beads, and swords, maybe they are all yours."

The boy was silent for a long time, spit out two words heavily, and dreamed.

After countless bickering and mocking each other, the two fell into a silent silence, and their relationship has been growing in the hearts of this rival old and young for five years

This sharp-toothed, unwilling to suffer the slightest loss of the young man called Li Muran, one of the few outstanding young talents in Sanqing Palace, relying on the good endowment and good understanding rewarded by God, five years ago mixed up a name that everyone in the world envies, envies and hates, and the genius young man who has not been met in Sanqing Palace for a hundred years is very likely to break through all obstacles in sword cultivation, Taoist cultivation, and martial arts, and be a true master of the ancients and the future.

And Sanqing Palace, which is also a Taoist sect with a head and face in today's sect, has been brilliant for a hundred years, and now it is gradually withering, and there is a lack of a genius savior like Li Muran, fortunately, what Sanqing lacks, God will deliver it in time.

On the day he came into the world, God was in a particularly good mood, and all living beings were not stingy with good things that they couldn't look forward to for three lifetimes, giving him a good talent that is difficult for ordinary people to have, and by the way, he also generously gave a good skin, and the appearance of Yushu Linfeng can also squeeze into the world's beautiful man list, and his words and deeds are chic and handsome, and he can also arouse the admiration of countless girls.

It's just that the past five years have been worse than pigs and dogs, and they are handsome and probably some rain and wind.

Other major sects and factions are even more miraculous about the young man, saying that this son was picked up from the cave and is a freak without a father and mother, and this arrangement is also an immortal genius that God can't bear to bear the decline of Sanqing, and he is a gift of immortal genius under the favor of opening his eyes. At the age of three, he never forgot it, and at the age of five, he had read all the Taoist classics and secrets of the Sanqing Palace for several months, and he could always remember it in his heart afterwards, and he memorized it word for word.

At the age of eight, it was found that he was a universal physique, and the bloodline and bones were the most suitable for cultivating immortals, and it was a piece of jade in the world, and it was a seed placed in the world by the immortal family's god realm.

So much so that how many leaders of major sects, seeing that their own family is difficult to become a climate, and their qualifications are not high, they are idle all day long, just waiting for the unworthy heirs to sit and eat the empty mountain, and they all have the envy and regret of having children like Li Muran.

Giving birth to a son should be like Li Muran, accepting an apprentice should be like Li Muran, marrying someone should marry Li Muran, and the gossip of the people in the world is full of beautiful words

As for how high the martial arts are, how deep the Dao is and whether there is something amazing beyond ordinary people, Sanqing Palace seems to be deliberately not letting the outside world know.

People in the world have to make up for their own brains, this young man is a divine blade that the Sanqing Palace is quietly polishing, and it is the moment when a sword is sharpened for ten years and a hundred years.

Among the inconsistencies in speculation, the most conclusive thing is that there is a successor to the Sanqing Palace, and there is a junior who can turn the tide, and the sect that will continue to be in charge of the world in the future is still Sanqing.

It's just that for some reason, five years ago, on a cold night with heavy snowfall, he was forcibly dragged out of the bed by an inexplicable old Taoist, and was taken down the mountain in a daze.

couldn't tell whether the dream was true Li Muran slapped himself three times, so he had to accept the reality that it was colder than ice and snow, and followed an old beggar to wander among the mountains and rivers, doing the dirty work of catching demons and ghosts.

That childhood sweetheart, two little unguessed junior sisters, cried the next day with pear blossoms and rain, these years in the dream of a teenager is so beautiful, slim and jade like a fairy, the beauty of women in the world, may be able to monopolize a few points.

The origin of the old Tao is unknown, the name is unknown, and how many magical powers are hidden in his body are unknown. The young man guessed thousands of times in his heart, asked thousands of times, and the old way was cheeky and smiled.

The old way is unfathomable, the Dharma is boundless, the Tao is boundless, hanging and beating ordinary demons and monsters, it is easy and pleasant to do the way for heaven, and the ghosts of a hundred years and a thousand years of demons have to retreat and seek more blessings when they see the old way.

The strange thing is that the old Tao is a little soft-hearted, and often talks and laughs with those who can turn into human form, know human language, and know the world's sophistication.

Unlike other sects, everyone in the world abides by the principle of killing demons and monsters, and the heart of the old Tao is a little overflowing.

At this time, the sky darkened, a round of tooth moon hung in the sky, and the old Tao said: "The five-year period is finally over, you should go back to Sanqing Palace, the road to the sky and go to one side, you and I are fateful, I hope to see you again in the next life, this rabbit cub, but unfortunately I am the envy of the world, the ability to be afraid of demons and demons, can only be brought into the coffin, but it's a pity..."

The young man sneered: "Your skills are good, but they are all sideways, things that don't enter the stream, they can't compare to the superior things of Sanqing Palace, and you don't learn the authentic skills of the source, you are stupid to me."

"There are things without eyes, although the things in Sanqing Palace are good, they are not considered to be outside the sky, the world seeks and rare Tao, magic, qi, array, talisman, spirit, spell, grandfather is all fine, sword, treasure hunting, refining, demon hunting, ghost catching, demon subduing, beast subduing, moving mountains, water control, slave fire, which one does not know? I knew it for 500 years, and I knew it for 500 years, and when your ancestor encountered a headache, you had to discuss it with your grandfather," said the old man.

"Fortune-telling, swaggering, sow delivery, stealing chickens and dogs, bragging, farting when eating, snoring when sleeping, not washing your hands when you poop, picking your nose, you are also proficient in everything," the teenager said.

After being silent for a while, the young man said again: "You are the road immortal, you ran to Xiandu Mountain for some reason, the ancestor actually admired you very much, he is the supreme grandmaster leader, and the disciples of the Three Qing Dynasty can't see each other a few times a year."

"Also, why did you choose me to go down the mountain alone, I was so hungry that my face was yellow and thin, you look at what a handsome face looks like? That has the face to see my lovely sister? ”

Lao Dao turned a deaf ear, and in the past five years, the young man broke the entanglement of the casserole to ask the end, but he just prevaricated.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the young man said, "The old beggar is pretending to be deaf again, what kind of medicine are you selling in the gourd with your ancestor?" Is there some secret? Did you have an enmity with you in your previous life, so you can take revenge on me? ”

Under the fierce questioning, Lao Dao was a little impatient: "Guess as you want, hehe, grandpa won't say it if he dies"

"It's okay, my Pan An's face is a bit of a fly in the ointment, too delicate, lacking a bit of manhood, now there are a lot of vicissitudes of life, full of masculinity, I see pity" The young man smiled.

"Stinky and shameless in the world, don't ask, asking is the secret of heaven cannot be revealed, you have to ask for an answer, that is, grandpa is jealous of your handsomeness and wants to ruin your face" Lao Dao said.

Lao Dao looked at the waning moon hanging on the top of the mountain, and said: "Rabbit cub, look at this moon, does it look like the eyes of a demon staring at the two of us?" ”

The young man picked up a stone, threw it at the old man's buttocks, and scolded: "Suspicious and suspicious, people love God and talk about God when they are old."

Lao Dao showed two yellow teeth that had no effect, and said with a smile: "Will your little junior sister change her mind, but a woman's heart will change when she says it."

The young man snorted and scolded: "Stinky beggar, shut up, curse you to and fall in the pit, and die and rot in the dung heap"

It was so tired that he couldn't speak, and the young man stopped fighting with each other, and the two remained silent tacitly.

Five long years, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, catching demons and catching ghosts in the wind and rain, are all the ups and downs of breaking teeth and swallowing in the stomach, one old and one young rely on mixing mouths for fun, laughing and scolding to relieve worries, only to chew a little sweetness from this bitter day.

This journey through mountains and rivers, such as fathers and sons, such as friends and partners, and rivals, but this feeling and comprehension, the old and young masters are ashamed to speak, and can only bury themselves in the deepest and softest place in their hearts.

is not as fragrant as the girl's affection, the man's feelings are hidden deeply.